The habit of doing one's duty drives away fear.

I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?

Always be drunk ... Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

To be just, that is to say, to justify its existence, criticism should be partial, passionate and political, that is to say, written from an exclusive point of view, but a point of view that opens up the widest horizons.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness